The Foolish Ger's Sweet Farming Life

The scent of fresh grass and distant crickets filled the night air, broken only by the low hum of village gossip. Tonight, the "lunatic" ger, Su Xiaoyu, was being married off to Mo Chen, the village's cold, silent hunter. Inside Mo Chen's small, sturdy clay house, a humble wedding feast sat untouched on the wooden table.

Mo Chen sat rigidly, his handsome face a mask of indifference, while on the bed, Su Xiaoyu, the 'fool,' giggled to himself, oblivious, playing with a strand of hay. This was Mo Chen's new reality.

Suddenly, a rush of heat exploded in Su Xiaoyu's head. Fragmented memories flashed, then silence. He gasped, bolting upright. "WHAT THE—?!?"

His voice, soft yet panicked, echoed. He stared at his slender, unfamiliar hands, the red ceremonial hanfu, the long hair. This wasn't his body. This wasn't his world. His eyes darted around the rustic room, landing on the tall, stern man at the table.

"Wh-Wh—WHO ARE YOU?!" Su Xiaoyu stammered, pointing at himself. "Who am I?!"

Mo Chen's piercing eyes narrowed. "So you were crazy. Now you're crazier."

Su Xiaoyu's mind reeled. He was a transmigrator. A foolish ger. Married to a stranger. "T-This is too much! I'm just a poor student! I was just trying to sleep! And now I'm suddenly MARRIED?! To a STRANGER?!"

Mo Chen sighed, deadpan. "You weren’t a student. You were an idiot who laughed at rocks."

Su Xiaoyu's jaw dropped. He was a complete lunatic before?! Just as he spiraled, Mo Chen stood, looming over him. Su Xiaoyu flinched, but Mo Chen merely flicked his forehead. "Ouch!" Su Xiaoyu yelped.

"Checking if you’re still crazy." Mo Chen turned to the bed. "Go to sleep. Don't scream. If you wake me up, I’ll throw you outside."

Before Su Xiaoyu could argue, his body collapsed onto the bed beside Mo Chen. The next morning, he awoke, wrapped in Mo Chen's arms. "UWAAAAAAAH!!!" His brain exploded. This life was going to be pure chaos.